Some hours passed since the three bonded together for a friendly reunion. While things were getting back to normal, reverting to their settings preluding to school year's end, the summer vacation has been a wild ride. With school starting in only a week away, the intermissions and endless partying are to come abrupt. In Lily's bedroom, on her desktop she typed in a word processor off a song she composed. It was an uneasy summer from the mall tour. Despite minor controversies stirring around the group, No Man's Land's reputation was secure. Lily sighed the minute she finished typing in the last verse.

"How I love peace and quietness; just what I needed." She muttered. Stretching out her arms, it took Lily roughly ten minutes going over revision. "I wonder how Parker is doing right now." Just before she considered dialing her phone number, an online sound bite screeched from the computer. Lily closed her eyes willing to deny the instant message. The message sent quote:

ProntoIzDaMan: Lil, there's something I left back at the Underground. I can't seem to find it. Last I check I put it somewhere underneath the sofa. How about we go undercover?

"Ray, there's always tomorrow," Lily mumbled. The teen was left with no option but acknowledge Ray's response. This meant she wound up replying the IM sent from the username better known as ProntoDaMan. She grabbed her hair as though she was yanking it. Frustration built from a somewhat troubled teen in Roscoe. In the end, however, Lily typed in her friend's response.

LilynShady: Sorry don't have the keys. I'd ask Robbie but he never let me. Not like I'm irresponsible or anything; Just FYI on that.

Suddenly a phone call rang. Lily startled as soon as she heard it. She quickly picked up the telephone.

"Lily, there's a phone call for you," her dad shouted from downstairs.

"Oh gosh, here we go again," Lily said. The girl's intuition indicated it would have none other than the boy who she dearly loved. Lily would eventually pick up the phone. "Hello, is anyone there?"

"Do you have the keys?" A strangely familiar voice spoke. Lily groaned upon this phone call to no surprise.

"Ray, I just responded to your message. Didn't you read it yet?" She asked. For a moment there was awkward silence. Ray had not replied to her following the message. "Is somebody going to respond or what?"

"Sorry Lil, my brother teasing me that I like you. I don't know what his problem is every time he logs me," Ray said. "I'm not Question Mark but where's love when you need it?"

"But you were offline even when you sent that message?" Lily responded in a dazzled manner.

"I listed my screen name under invisible," Ray said. "Come on babe do we really have to put up with this?"

"Look, if you're looking for the keys, you could've asked Robbie that is unless I should put you up on hold." Lily suggested. She hopped onto her bed, dazing off at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry what that was again?" Ray wondered. To avert from what would become a dragged on phone conversation, Lily put Ray's dial on hold. She'd then contact yet another one of her close friends. This time, however, Lily put her telephone on speak, leaving the phone on the table.

"Lily, what are you doing up?" Robbie asked.

"Ray left something back at the hideout. He was wondering whether or not you have the keys?" Lily pointed out.

"Oh yeah I have the keys. Is there a problem?" Robbie spoke over the phone.

"Well our soul mate forgot something at the Underground, and he really needs it, badly," Lily explained. Despite a lack in supporting detail, it was all she could afford.

"Why couldn't he have called me to begin with?" Robbie wondered. Knowing he, Lily, and Ray trace back to their childhood years, it's rather amazes nothing was like that before. Either something of the unusual was up or just a hallucination.

Meanwhile looking at the digital clock in Lily's bedroom, it was nine-forty in the evening. "Are you serious? My dad's strict when it comes to sneaking out at night."

"Have you ever done Mission: Impossible?" Robbie reminded her. "Look, the weather isn't looking so good out there. It's not my fault if you get wet. I mean there's always tomorrow."

Lily scratched her head. She couldn't afford wasting time to do one of Ray's chores. "Didn't you say you were going to leave town tomorrow? I'm just being curious."

"...Which is why you should set your alarm," Robbie suggested.

"Look, this wasn't my idea. Maybe you should ask Ray and let him do what he has to do," Lily added, yawning as in tiresome. "I'm not going to waste my time getting soaked because I left something that doesn't mean any value. Like you said, there's always tomorrow."

"Well that might not always be the case; SBC - subject to change." Robbie said over the phone. "I've got some personal business to settle. We'll meet up next week."

"Sure thing," Lily answered in a monotone voice. She hung up the telephone. Instead Lily typed out the comment on the chat page. When she finished Lily pushed the enter key that quotes this message:

LilynShady: C'mon Ray, man up will ya?

It was a simple interrogative statement in response to her friend's. Lily leaned back on the chair she sat. A tough and rather unfitting situation seemingly minor as she thought, Lily couldn't handle the pressure to such a problem distant from significance. She soon got up from her chair dazing off. Once again a sound of an open door screeched from the computer sound wave echoing the bedroom.

"What now Ray?" Lily mumbled once more. She typed in her outspoken statement sending that replied message. She stalled impatiently in an unwillingness to interact. Lily lied on her bed, covering the pillow on her face. Even a minute passed and not a single reply back from Ray. Lily placed her pillow aside as she attempted to add another response. Suddenly the sound of a phone call buzzed. Lily hesitated enough resisting the telephone. When she replied to the answering machine, with a push of a button, she dialed the number one.

"Hello," she said.

"Lily, Megan and I are working on a song. I thought maybe tomorrow at Mickey's we could all look over. Do you think you could drop by?"

Lily sighed in relief. She lowered her composure just relieved she didn't have to hear the phone call regarding the sent message. "Parker, I didn't think you would call at this hour."

"Maybe I should've told you in advance," she replied.

"No, everything's cool. So you said maybe tomorrow we could hang out at Mickey's?" Lily asked curiously.

"Yeah," Parker said. "I mean if you're down with that."

"Oh, I'm totally down with it. I can't wait what song you've written." Lily leapt onto her bed with joy. She had never been this hyped before. That aside Lily did experience events where she died to see for herself. Nothing was as impossible as to hang out with her partner in crime.

"I'm alright. Don't worry I'll be there." Lily hung up the phone following a done deal. For awhile things seem to recuperate from that IM received moments ago. This trial would only be temporary when Ray's face appeared outside the bedroom window. Lily turned her back only to be amazed.

"Lily, could you open the window please?" Ray said banging on the glass wall.

"What are you doing here?" Lily immediately opened the window shed. She repeated that question once more in an understatement.

"I'm sorry, could I borrow your bike? Mine is all rusty plus I haven't even bought the time for repairs." Ray asked her. The more the pressure as Lily suffered a headache. It wasn't as if she was burning a fever. In fact she was cramped with these complications.

"Ray, first you asked me where to find the keys. Now you're asking me whether I should lend you my bicycle." Lily said sarcastically. "Maybe I'm just having a hard time here."

"...A hard time dealing with such a minor headache that is," Ray said. "Could you let me in, please?"

"LILY, IS EVERYTHING OKAY UP THERE?" Her father shouted. For a moment there was awkward silence. Ten seconds later Lily made her response.

"EVERYTHING IS FINE DADDY," She shouted back. Lily would then turn her focus on Ray. "Look, I don't have all night. It's only a matter of time before it storms."

Ray's face widen in shock and awe. "Wait, there's a chance of a thunder storm tonight?"

"I would never lie to you," Lily said. Ironically there was one point where she lied during the time when the Flaming Lips, a local rock band, were touring about a few miles away from Roscoe. Strange enough Ray felt discouraged when he heard her name on a radio transmitter. "Okay, maybe I've told a lie on you. As the saying goes, 'what's in the past stays in the past'. I've learned my lesson."

Lily permitted her friend inside her bedroom. He skimmed under her bed looking for an item. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm obviously looking for something," Ray said. When he unlit his face from under the bed, Ray unveils himself holding a flashlight. "Why don't we go and do some undercover investigation?"

Lily looked at the clock. "Ray, why don't you and Robbie do that? It's guy stuff anyways."

Ray sighed failing to acknowledge Lily's proposal. "Are you coming or what?"

"Fine," she grunted. Opening the clothing rack, Lily grabbed her blue jacket containing a hood to prevent her head from a downpour. Ray waited patiently against the window. In case of an emergency, if the flashlight is losing power, Lily grabbed a pack of batteries. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's hit the road."

"What about Robbie?" Ray brought up. "You know for a fact he does have the keys."

"Let's just get this done and over with shall we." Lily sighed. To make sure her father's was unaware, Lily ripped a piece of notebook paper. She took a pink marker from her utensils with all words in capital letters which read 'NO TRESSPASSING.' Lily pulled out scotch tape as she taped it onto the edge of the top sided paper. Prior to closing the door she hung up the wall.

"Alright, that will do," she said, "Let's bail."